One Day Later
"How then, can they call on the one they have not believed in?"
A woman covered in a cloak of pure white stood behind a podium.
"And how can they believe in the one whom they have not heard?"
Her words flowed like honey, smooth and sweet, yet their underlying meaning was nothing but.
"And how can they hear without someone preaching to them?"
She raised her hand high and called out:
"Oh, heavenly tree. Aether. My father. My mother. Hear my call and—"
Tst!
The holoscreen suddenly turned off, and a tiny remote was thrown into the wall behind it.
Clack...
"Praying Lady, huh? Chick's got some nerve."
Judal's words echoed as he stood up, hitting the oval table he sat adjacent to.
'Tell your brother that.'
Emir rolled his eyes and glanced towards Judas, not hiding his contempt.
